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“Nonsense.” Sangre smiled, grabbing his jacket just because he tended to get cold easily, and the greenery in the beginning of Fall gets chilly sometimes. “I’d love to go.”
Once Akira asked what he meant, Sangre couldn’t help but to laugh. It was hard to use slang or any kind of non-literal sayings around him, poor guy didn’t understand.
“It means she likes me. At least I think so….you’ll see.” Sangre smiled just a little more before buttoning up the front of his jacket. “Let’s go then.”
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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